Quotes About Fragrance

Werewolves smell like musk and mint.

Strange to think of a form of love going extinct, like a carrier pigeon, a rare tortoise, a lilac or apple whose seeds are not to be found anymore, the scent and taste of the thing long lost, never to be touched again.

Era una vela gruesa que olía a lavanda. —¿Qué hay dentro? —pregunté. —Sueños felices. Los he puesto ahí para ti.

She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain.

And the awful thing was that Grenouille, although he knew that this odour was his odour, could not smell it. Virtually drowning in himself, he could not for the life of him smell himself!

He had no use for sensual gratification, unless that gratification consisted of pure, incorporeal odors.

For Grenouille, this simplicity seemed a deliverance.

Se dio cuenta de que en el fondo podía contar a la gente todo cuanto quería; una vez había ganado su confianza -y confiaban en él tras el primer aliento con que inhalaban su aroma artificial-, se lo creían todo.

El olor de mar le gustaba tanto, que deseaba respirarlo puro algún día y en grandes cantidades, a fin de embriagarse de él.

Exist? o for?? de convingere a miresmei, mai puternic? decât aceea a cuvântului, privirii, simÅ£irii ÅŸi voinÅ£ei. Ea nu poate fi respins?, ne p?trunde-n pl?mâni ca aerul respirat, se revars? în noi, ne umple întru totul, nu exist? împotriva sa niciun mijloc.

Être soi-même un gros alambic qui inonderait le monde des parfums qu'il aurait créés seul, tel était le rêve fou auquel s'abandonnait Grenouille.

These were virtuoso odours, executed as wonderful little trifles that of course no one but he could admire or would ever take note of. He was enchanted by their meaningless perfection; and at no time in his life, either before or after, were there moments of such truly innocent happiness as in those days when he playfully and eagerly set about creating fragrant landscapes, still lifes and studies of individual objects.

On the other hand, everyday language soon would prove inadequate for designating all the olfactory notions that he had accumulated within himself. Soon he was no longer smelling mere wood, but kinds of wood: maple wood, oak wood, pinewood, elm wood, pearwood, old, young, rotting, moldering, mossy wood, down to single logs, chips, and splinters.

A babe whose feet smell of fresh butter, of bodily smells of pancakes and milky goodness and "where the hair makes a cowlick" smells like caramel, so sweet.

God stank. God was a poor little stinker.

Hay en el perfume una fuerza de persuasión más fuerte que las palabras, el destello de las miradas, los sentimientos y la voluntad. La fuerza de persuasión del perfume no se puede contrarrestar, nos invade como el aire invade nuestros pulmones, nos llena, nos satura, no existe ningún remedio contra ella

No era él quien perseguia la fragancia, sino la fragancia la que le había hecho prisionero y ahora le atraía irrevocablemente hacia sí.

What he coveted was the odor of certain human beings: that is, those rare humans who inspire love.

For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they couldn't escape scent.

The second rule is: perfume lives in time; it has its youth, its maturity, and its old age. And only if it gives off a scent equally pleasant at all three different stages of its life, can it be called successful

Und auch in der synthetisierenden Geruchsküche seiner Phantasie, in der er ständig neue Duftkombinationen zusammenstellte, herrschte noch kein ästhetisches Prinzip. Es waren Bizarrerien, die er schuf und alsbald wieder zerstörte wie ein Kind, das mit Bauklötzen spielt, erfindungsreich und destruktiv, ohne erkennbares schöpferisches Prinzip.

Und auch in der synthetisierenden Geruchsküche seiner Phantasie, in der er ständig neue Duftkombinationen zusammenstellte, herrschte noch kein ästhetisches Prinzip. Es waren Bizarrerien, die er schuf und alsbald wieder zerstörte wie ein Kind, das mit Bauklötzen spielt, erfindungsreich und destruktiv, ohne erkennbares schöpferisches Prinzip." ? Patrick Süskind, Das Parfum

Des Menschen Duft an und für sich war ihm auch gleichgültich. Des Menschen Duft konnte er hinreichend gut mit Surrogaten imitieren. Was er begehrte, war der Duft gewisser Menschen: jener äußerst seltenen Menschen nämlich, die Liebe inspirieren. Diese waren seine Opfer.

He who ruled scent ruled the hearts of men.